W. J. Herbert
Dec 15, 2021
2 minutes
Beacon Press
(National Poetry Series)
Ghost fish, tail flapping like a translucent scrap of linen in the wind, flag of surrender with a spine inside, eyes riding on slow light through the deep ocean’s darkness:
Do you know what my mother was looking for?—
—from “At the Sea Floor Exploration Exhibit, Sarah
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